Inward Trembling Novels & Stories

A girl who was raped when she was 11 years old... She was scared back then and have a trauma because of that incident...She even had a boring life 'cause she was transferred to the place that only maid and butler who you can talk even her parents is not beside her to take care of her. She was living there until she reach 26.Suddenly her mom visits to her and she know that their company is in a huge problem. Her mom tell her that the only way to survive their company is to Marry Logan Parker Gray she was already decided to marry him just to save their company. She know that her desicion is making her regret someday.When she was traumatized she was scared to touch by a MAN even her father can't touch her because she was trembling and image of her with random guy flash on her mind when she was raped but after a years her condition is slowly going well but not fully recovered. She's still afraid of being touch by a man.Now that she is going to marry and she knew that she wasn't fully recovered and she was scared to be touch by a man. Would her husband will stay for her? Or Would any man stay for her? Boys will be boys they can't live without having sex so that's what she is worry about.. WOULD LOGAN PARKER GRAY STAY HER FOREVER?

Rose was an orphan girl. Enduring a painful past and a black heart. she never cared for anyone. Love, pity, compassion, conscience. Things you never knew. The orphanage was the only home she knew, she was incredibly beautiful, a devilish beauty, the blink of an eye, one that would make any man kneel to her. She committed every crime, and every sin, robbed, killed, and destroyed many homes. She loved seeing the pain in other people's eyes. She was a heartless beast. The only light in her life that could keep her human was her little sister Catherine, her little angel, the light of her life. The only evidence of her humanity, a part of her was still human, just because of her. Until the day she saw her sister's body, dumped in a garbage can. Revenge was burning her soul. The goal of her life became revenge. But she found it much more difficult than she expected, as her sister's killer was a demon, in every sense of the word. She thought herself a monster, but she was wrong, she was an angel to him. Leo, the killer of her sister, was the most feared man in the world, the leader of the largest gang. And the most feared mutants in the universe. And her heart, which never knew fear, became trembling before his eyes. She hated him and he hated her to the point of madness. A love story between two monsters. Blood, jealousy, and murderous obsession. A love that will not be recognized until death.

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

WARNING: This is not a gentle collection. These stories will leave you wet, aching, and deliciously ruined. Between the pages of Carnal Code lie forty scorching tales of forbidden desire, raw, explicit, and utterly addictive. Here, the rules are broken one trembling breath at a time. The tension builds slowly, relentlessly, until control finally shatters and surrender becomes inevitable. You will burn for the dangerously tempting neighbor whose every low growl through the wall makes her thighs press together in the dark. You will ache for the powerful man who turns his innocent secretary into his personal obsession after hours. You will throb with the best friend’s brother who has waited years to pin her down and claim her completely. You will clench as neglected wives, forbidden crushes, and arrogant alphas finally take what they crave, hard, deep, and without apology. And when the moon is full, the hunger turns primal. Ten dark, savage werewolf stories pulse through this collection, fated mates, uncontrollable ruts, thick knots, and raw claiming that leaves bodies marked and souls bound. This is not sweet romance. This is dripping, breathless, sheet-soaking lust, where desire is loud, messy, and completely unrestrained. If the thrill of the forbidden makes your pulse race… If “this is so wrong” only makes you wetter… If you crave stories that build slowly then fuck you senseless… Then open Carnal Code and give in. Forty nights. Forty delicious sins. Zero restraint. Welcome to the darkness.

You're the spawn of that monster, so tell me, did you really think the Moon Goddess pairing us together was a blessing?" His voice was low and cold and his grip on my chin burned. "Then reject me!" I spat in defiance, although my fists were trembling from the aura this man let out. A dark laugh escaped his lips. "Reject you? No, little red. My brothers and I have a better plan. We're going to keep you. And then we'll make you wish that you died a million times over." Hailey Yuriel fled the moment she accidentally killed her tyrant of a father. For years, she hid and survived in the gutter, her sharp mind her only tool Her plan was simple. Never let them catch you, but fate had a way of being cruel. A brutal accident hurls her straight into the arms of the five Grey brothers - the ruthless Alphas of the Blood Moon Pack. The very men whose family her tyrant of a father destroyed. The moment their eyes meet, something impossible happens. The mate bond ignites between them. All five of them. Now, Hailey is a prisoner of their revenge especially since they can’t reject her, so they vow to make her life a living hell. But Hailey is no docile woman. She’s a survivor and she won't let them break her. At least that's what she thinks.

Just one second before Alpha Daniel’s fated mark burned into my skin, a sharp voice pierced the air at the bonding ceremony. “Stop!” Jessica, Daniel’s first love, stumbled forward, her belly swollen. “Are you all really going to let this vicious woman become your Luna?” she cried, pointing at me with trembling hands. “She’s been torturing me for months! She poisoned my tea, left knives at my door, and tried to force me to abort Alpha’s pup!” My mind went blank at her sudden, fabricated accusations. “What? I didn’t—” Before I could finish, Jessica lunged toward me. Acting on instinct, I raised my arm to block her, but she collapsed heavily to the floor. “My pup!” she shrieked. “Daniel, look! She’s trying to hurt us again! Call the enforcers to arrest her!” In the next heartbeat, Daniel rushed forward, shielding Jessica in his arms without hesitation. He looked at me, his gaze cold and disappointed. “Rosie, why couldn’t you just behave? This pup is our pack’s heir!” Around us, the elders exchanged dark, knowing glances, silently condemning me. With no way to prove my innocence, I was sentenced to three years in the nightmare Silver Prison. Whips, hunger, endless violence… Eventually, I learned what Daniel really meant by “behave”. But why was he the one who regretted it?

On the last day of the year, my music player app pushed out my 2025 listening report. My keyword was 'Resonance.' I had not actually spent much time listening to music that year. My account had mostly been used by my boyfriend, Jeremy Steward. A small line of text appeared underneath. [At 4:00 A.M. on December 1st, you were still sharing the same song with someone. So this is what love looks like, staying awake through the night.] My breath caught. December 1st was my birthday. However, that night, I had gone to bed early. Jeremy had rushed off right after cutting the cake, saying he needed to go back to the office for overtime. Almost as if possessed, I tapped my trembling hands on the unfamiliar profile that showed up as my most frequent interaction. Their keyword for the year was 'Exclusively Yours.' My heart skipped. I opened the details. [This year, you and this user listened to songs together late at night 688 times. Every time is a private whisper between souls.] Right then, a message from Jeremy popped up on my phone. [Babe, I have to work late again tonight. Don't wait up for me. Sleep early, okay?] At the same moment, that unfamiliar account posted a new update. A photo of two hands intertwined inside a car, fingers tightly laced together. [I love working late with him the most. We'll listen to music together for a lifetime.]

Warning: mature readers only, it contains violence and explicit content. Leah has spent her entire life trapped inside the Sanctuary, a secret cult ruled by a man its followers call The Master. Raised to obey without question, taught to fear the outside world, and forbidden from thinking for herself, Leah knows only one future awaits girls like her, marriage and submission. She is forced to become the newest wife of the man who controls the cult with fear, manipulation, and bloodshed. But before the ceremony night ends, gunfire tears through the Sanctuary and Leah is kidnapped. Taken by Santos De Luca, a ruthless mafia don feared across the criminal underworld, Leah is thrown into a world she doesn’t understand — luxury, violence, freedom, and danger. Santos believes Leah holds secrets connected to the Master’s criminal empire and the powerful people protecting it, but the trembling girl he kidnaps is nothing like he expected. Leah is painfully naive, terrified of the outside world, frightened even by her own reflection, and haunted by years of control inside the cult. Yet beneath her fear hides a dangerous secret powerful enough to destroy empires. As enemies close in and dark truths begin unraveling, Leah finds herself caught between two monsters, the man who owned her and the man who stole her. But Santos soon realizes something even more dangerous than war, protecting Leah is becoming an obsession.

In the final stages of a terminal illness, my family abandoned me and threw me into a horror game. [Another one here to die. I bet she won't last the first night.] [Just listen to that cough. I'm scared she'll die right inside my phone.] On the first night, the head nurse made her rounds, prepared to execute any player whose heartbeat was abnormal. My heartbeat remained steady only because my body was too weak to fluctuate—and I even helped her sew up the tear in her uniform. "Miss, your clothes are torn. You'll get cold. If I mend it for you, you won't be cold anymore." On the second night, the surgeon swung his scalpel, determined to cut away anything imperfect. I handed him a wrist guard I'd made myself, watching his trembling hands. "Doctor, your talent shouldn't be buried by pain." … On the final day, the ultimate Boss gave me a choice: leave with a healthy body, or stay and perish with these strange beings. Back in the real world, the parents who had abandoned me were suddenly in tears, begging me to come home and split the money. I smiled and said to the creatures inside the instance, "I choose to trade my life… for a home for all of you." The next second, a burst of golden light erupted from the system. [Congratulations, player. You have triggered the one and only hidden ending—Divine Redemption.]

I had taken leave from the sealed research institute where I'd been confined for six years, just so I could attend my daughter's kindergarten graduation. The moment I stepped through the gates, I froze. A woman holding a little boy by the hand was shoving my daughter, Amy, straight into the gutter. She slapped Amy across the face, then sneered for everyone to hear, spitting venom as she called my little girl a filthy wretch. Drenched in filthy water, Amy dropped to her knees before the woman, trembling in humiliation. Rage burned through me. I stormed forward and slapped the woman across the face. But instead of shame, she jabbed a finger at my nose and shouted, "Do you even know who I am? To offend me is to offend the entire Grant family!" Tears welled in Amy's eyes as she tugged at my sleeve, pleading in a choked voice, "Please leave… she's my dad's nanny. My dad will punish you if you hurt her." The woman planted herself in front of me, her arrogance towering. "The Grant family rules this city. You think you can run from us?" For a brief moment, I stood stunned, then calmly pulled out my phone and dialed my husband. "Your nanny says you run Bexley City. Well, I think that's about to change."